i have polaroid’s on my wall
of all the boys i used to kiss.
there are ***** dishes in the sink
and i think this will be the year that
i pretend to love people just because
there’s nothing else to do.
i spend my time reading poems about girls
who have broken hearts and smoke cigarettes.
i spend my time reading poems about girls
who rip their ribcage open just to find out
that there is nothing left inside except
empty beer bottles.
i get drunk and slip into silk
and realize that i am a combination of
1/3 love and 2/3 champagne bubbles
and i think to myself,
"maybe this is what it’s like to be
the hurricane instead of the rain."
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC
i have polaroid’s on my wall
of all the boys i used to kiss.
there are ***** dishes in the sink
and i think this will be the year that
i pretend to love people just because
there’s nothing else to do.
i spend my time reading poems about girls
who have broken hearts and smoke cigarettes.
i spend my time reading poems about girls
who rip their ribcage open just to find out
that there is nothing left inside except
empty beer bottles.
i get drunk and slip into silk
and realize that i am a combination of
1/3 love and 2/3 champagne bubbles
and i think to myself,
"maybe this is what it’s like to be
the hurricane instead of the rain."
